When these walks between buildings are the closest he's gotten to seeing much of Shanghai since arriving. The buildings were ... nice? The hot pot was ... an experience? He vaguely remembers the golden columns, and Phichit's face rapture. Phichit'S excited response to that question would be unequivocal. He'd already be in love with the place. Before his plane even set down.
The second question catches him unprepared. Again. As always. It almost trips up his step.
Excited. Excited? Was he --
There's an unhelpful noise at the press of his lips. His reaction to this one is even less one he wants to give words to, but it is at least definitive. The word is not excited, when it catches him, under foot, in these finally calm, smooth few seconds, like stepping out on the ice in his tennis shoes instead of his skates. His return to the Grand Prix, with the China Cup he won. That went well ... for the most part well.
He could not mess up here the way he had there. (Some part of his mind trying, perhaps, not winded enough to help, to remind him he'd made it through his qualifiers the first time, too. He'd done well enough to move through each of them and reach the GPF competition.) He could not mess up here the way he had there either, or at the Nationals after either.
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When these walks between buildings are the closest he's gotten to seeing much of Shanghai since arriving. The buildings were ... nice? The hot pot was ... an experience? He vaguely remembers the golden columns, and Phichit's face rapture. Phichit'S excited response to that question would be unequivocal. He'd already be in love with the place. Before his plane even set down.
The second question catches him unprepared. Again. As always. It almost trips up his step.
Excited. Excited? Was he --
There's an unhelpful noise at the press of his lips. His reaction to this one is even less one he wants to give words to, but it is at least definitive. The word is not excited, when it catches him, under foot, in these finally calm, smooth few seconds, like stepping out on the ice in his tennis shoes instead of his skates. His return to the Grand Prix, with the China Cup he won. That went well ... for the most part well.
He could not mess up here the way he had there. (Some part of his mind trying, perhaps, not winded enough to help, to remind him he'd made it through his qualifiers the first time, too. He'd done well enough to move through each of them and reach the GPF competition.) He could not mess up here the way he had there either, or at the Nationals after either.